He wheeled swiftly. At that moment he collided with Fenton, and the impact sent him reeling backward. He staggered, recovered himself, and burst out of the cave with the force of a young bull charging into the arena. Mrs. Webb was stumbling awkwardly across the rock and stubble toward him. The servants, huddled in a frightened group, stared and pointed down the gorge.
His eyes followed their gaze. He could see nothing.
He turned to Fenton. "What was it? Where is she?"
Winded by the force of their collision, Fenton crouched gasping outside the cave, one hand pressed to his side. "Over there!" He waved vaguely to the gorge. "Arab knocked me down... can't go after her... sprained ankle..."
"Jack! Oh, Jack!"
Faintly, the cry reached his straining ears. Head thrust forward, body tense, he
